The farmer Isaac’s day started earlier than his peers that were busy trying to study under the remnants of sophists that called themselves of ‘professors’.
It was the 12th century so it was natural young men like Isaac wouldn’t have proper education, but that was just a misunderstanding, his parents had made sure to give him proper education by themselves. So going to the so-called ‘school’ copied from the Roman Empire that won’t ever be called of Byzantine Empire wasn’t necessary for him.
If he wanted he was at a level he could ascend in life and become a proper part of the bourgeoisie.
However, he won’t.
He was already satisfied with his life on this farm he inherited from his parents after they left him a note, and went to a faraway place he never will reach in his lifetime. Principally because they said if they don’t come back in one year, he could consider them dead.
Stop thinking about the past, Isaac thought and slapped his cheeks after washing his face.
Isaac had gone beyond his parents’ expectations and increased the farm’s size and quality, he even added the rare animals named horses to the farm. It became harder for him to take care of all animals and crops alone, but he saw in that his simple meaning to life and was fine with it.
He was just the farmer Isaac, nothing less or more.
That was he told every day to himself as if it was a mantra or just trying to convince himself. It even became his motto after years saying this.
He opened his small wooden house’s door to greet another of his normal days, and if it wasn't for being dawn then the sun would have shone in his short black hair and brown eyes.
Isaac’s physique was healthy with the years of farming, his strength was shown when taking care of the bulls he affectionately called of Angus, the problem was that he didn’t have naming sense and saw no problem in naming all his animals of the same species with the same name.
The cows he called of Molly and the horses of Jasper.
The care he had for his animals was clearly shown with the kindness he took care of them despite many of them dying at his hands to his own survival, ‘not only of fruits shall the man live’ was the saying of his mother.
He proceeded with his normal routine and went to the center of the small village, Dathe, he lives after taking care of the farm.
With his superb strength and adequate height, it was easy for him to carry his goods to be sold.
All the villagers greeted him amicably but the merchants cowered in fear after seeing him, not only because Isaac was quite good for a farmer in making business, but because of one incident in the past where he lost his temper after being swindled by a handsome man and beautiful woman.
After that event, Isaac became more cautious of people and even began to harbor a fear, no, a grudge towards such people blessed by the heavens in their looks as they make him remember of the swindlers of the past.
It wasn’t like he was insecure of his looks or lacked self-confidence in general, he just hated them for their more prominent features he could memorize at the time the incident occurred, perhaps being a child at that time was also at fault here.
The day was normal until midnight arrived and one of the villagers woke him and said to him come to the villager’s center with the classic pitchfork and if possible, torches.
What the hell is going on? Isaac grudgingly went to pick his pitchfork and with a sleepy face appeared on the villager’s center without a torch. How he a farmer was supposed to have one anyway? He used lamps on his house to illuminate everything.
There were a lot of knights together with a woman that seemed to be the leader with her blond flowing through the air and discussing with all the tense villagers.
Isaac was sleepy and didn’t care much for the content, he only picked lines like ‘base’, ‘betrayal’ and ‘example’.
Suddenly the knights began to move towards the south and the villagers together with Isaac followed in fear.
Strange, isn’t that my farm?
He saw more than twenty knights holding torches near the farm, there were even some near his Mollys and other animals.
Hey, what are you doing?
What is happening?
Isaac paid more attention and with dread listened the blond woman talk. “I’ve noticed this is one of the most prominent farms of your small village, you will now learn the consequences of disobeying me!” She made a hand signal and-
Isaac’s vision narrowed and his heart became dead.
All the torches were dropped on the farm, and it seems they have put some oil while discussing in the village’s center so the farm immediately was engulfed by the fire.
Isaac’s years of efforts were wasted, everything he considered dear to him was burned down. The inheritance of his parents was now meaningless, he lost all the meaning in his simple life.
He could hear the cries of his precious animals burning, trying to survive but uselessly dying nonetheless.
Before he noticed they were other beings crying in death bed and uselessly dying.
It was the knights at his front.
There were four holes on their heads and throats, dripping blood.
Is it my blood? No… it’s their blood.
Isaac in curiosity despite the terror griping all the ones in the field, looked to his pitchfork full of blood and then at his clothes dirtied by the blood of the ones who burnt his only reason to live.
Oh, I’ve killed them.
Isaac had killed more than ten highly trained Imperial Knights of the Empire that dreams of conquesting the world in one second to the normal people’s eyes. Moreover, using a pitchfork that wasn’t that sharp for it.
So no wonder everyone was paralyzed in fear in seeing such monster to exist in their normal world.
But Isaac didn’t feel strange for it, to him these results were almost as if expected if he used all his years of training under his father before their family becoming farmers to kill others.
How strange, I’m not feeling anything despite that, not even satisfaction or disgust.
With the fire serving as the only true guiding light in the midnight, blood flowed through all places with the dead bodies only seeing four silver streaks of metal penetrating their vitals before dying.
Isaac’s cold eyes brimming with anger destroyed all the chances of any of them leaving this place alive.
“P-Protect me! A monster is here! We need to retrea-” The woman leader began to yell and Isaac got annoyed by it, with his superb strength he then threw his pitchfork exactly at her unprotected chest and pinned her down on the ground to take care of her later.
Coming to the field of battle without armor, how disgraceful is to someone like that be the one to burn my farm.
The villagers were astounded on the ground seeing the one-man show of Isaac and the knights' survivors finally began to see a light to their survival when the horrible Devil in farmer clothes lost that cursed pitchfork.
But their hope was unfounded.
There were a lot of good swords and spears near Isaac, who said he couldn’t wield proper weapons?
A beautiful dance befitting to be a tribute to the Death God began.
Heads rolled, throats were pierced, and hearts were taken.
Isaac’s form while making unstoppable murder was something from another world, there were beauty and technique to all his movements that no human could mimic him.
He did the impossible become possible, a feat inhuman in the 12th century where a farmer man murdered more than one hundred knights.
Isaac with slow steps and dead heart approached the last survivor of his slaughter.
“I could torture you, take off your eyes and even throw you in a pit full of drugged horses. But I won’t, I’m tired. And I don’t think you are worthy my attention and effort. I committed a mistake in trying to be normal and that’s my punishment, if weren’t you then it would be someone else, you aren’t special.” Isaac said with the pitchfork out of the woman leader’s body.
“You know who I am?! I’m the Imperial Princes-”
The pitchfork penetrated her eyes and then her brain, killing the perpetrator of Isaac’s rage.
“I don’t care about a third-rate goon has to say.” Isaac would throw away his pitchfork, but noticed more knights at his front.
Only this time they were different, more dignified and with more expensive armors but full of their enemy’s blood. Completely different of the knights he just murdered.
There were at least ten thousand of them that arrived in the meanwhile of his murder and the one leading them was no one other than an old man exhaling masculinity in luxurious purples clothes.
Isaac knew the old man, he was Osman Osman, the ambitious man with same name and surname that gave his Empire the same name of him and that dared to call his small country of ‘Empire’ while dreaming of world conquest.
“Interesting, so the trash has already been taken care of,” Osman said with his booming voice to the motionless Isaac. “But unfortunately, you broke many rules. You guess what will happen to you.”
“So what? I don’t care anymore.” Isaac sighed. “I can take care of your army if necessary.”
Osman laughed without any falsehoods. “Most likely, but you will die in the end as you are still human and will get tired one hour. And don’t even try to kidnap or kill me, I’ve already passed my ambition to the next generation.” Osman stared at Isaac without any fear in his bright eyes.
“You’re right, but it isn’t like I have anything more to lose.”
“Indeed,” Osman looked to the burning farm and Isaac’s dirty clothes. “However, how about we make a truce? Or better saying a deal?” Plans to his daughter's ascension were being made at that exact momemt on Osman’s head.
“Not interested.”
“Don’t be like that, you can have lost what you hold dear, but can’t you use the rest of your life for the others? And don’t worry, I don’t dream of controlling a monster like you.”
“Your meaning is?”
“Do you know about my Earl, Esau?”
“Do you mean Esau the Kind? All the land under his name is known for their good economy and lack of poverty.”
“Yes, him. If you accept my deal then this small village will be given to Esau and he will improve it drastically, you know it’s possible for him.” Osman made an exaggerated pose. “You must have some kind of attachment to this place, don’t you want to see it flourish and all your friends here to find happiness?”
True, if I give a better life to the people of here that were my parents’ friends then it could be considered as a good use of my life and also honoring my parents’ memory.
Isaac didn’t look back to the villagers to his decision not shake. “What’s the deal?”
Osman grinned ear to ear seeing the bright future of the Osman Empire, no, maybe Sara Empire. “It’s simple, you won’t fight back and will be imprisoned by your crimes against the royalty, it’s a perpetual prison since we don’t have laws for a death penalty.”
Bulsshit.
Osman got near of Isaac without fear of suddenly dying and whispered at him. “But you will allow me to dirty your name to kill all my enemies, you see, there are a quite lot of people I need dead but without a proper scapegoat the nobles will track that to me and it will destroy my plans and the public outrage will be impossible to deal with.
“And I can’t just use anyone, to people believe this lie the target must be a monster like you that can’t be killed as there’s no death penalty, so I will ask you to sometimes temporally escape the prison to you become a legend here and there will be no doubt you will be the ones killing those people. You already killed the first Imperial Princess, after all.”
“Just it?” Isaac asked, he didn’t care for his name or integrity and it isn’t like he will be the assassin of those people.
That was the time to Osman be surprised and reply back incredulous. “Yeah, ‘just it’.”
“Fine by me, just give me books and food, I won’t complain of anything.” Isaac let go of the pitchfork and raised his hands in defeat.
I need more than anything to be alone now, I need to calm down and sort my feelings. A prison isn’t so bad for it, I have nothing bounding me, friends or farm.
“Good, what’s your name?” Osman laughed in joy, with all the enemies within his empire gone, world conquest doesn’t seem like a dream anymore together with his genius daughter.
“I’m Isaac, just a farmer.”
Ex-farmer, he added with sorrow.
“Rejoice, Isaac the farmer! From now on you will be known as the cause to the biggest, most awful, tragic years of the Osman Empire’s history!”
***
Ten years have passed with Isaac in the prison, and all the world fundamentally changed.
Though he doesn’t know that yet.
Isaac got used to grey walls of his home and became a different man.
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For better or for worse is still unknown.
His only companions are the books he receives from Osman, and because of them, he did escape many times to steal the continuation from the Royal Library.
Isaac’s name outside of his knowledge had become famous even to the Roman Empire, he was the worst psychopath to ever exist and nasty names like Royalty Killer or Devil himself were the tamest ones thanks to the marvelous work of Osman who killed more than seven noble houses, burnt down two traitorous cities...
It was one of the days Isaac was reading an absurd romance mixing philosophy and time travel together with four love triangles in a formation that made an octagon when his personal fate changed.
[You have been selected as the Support Hero.]
[Find your comrades and began the fight for your homeworld’s survival.]
[In doubt call the System, or use the keywords ‘status’ and ‘notifications’.]
What’s this? Have I been awake for too long? I’m seeing words in black boxes at my front.
Isaac rubbed his eyes and before he could think too much about it, his normal guard opened the door of his prison. “Come, the Emperor demands an audience with you.”
Bewildred, Isaac followed him without complaining.
Soon enough he arrived at the throne room.
It was befitting of a Emperor and a practically good part of the taxes went to make the purple throne full of gems and the statues depicting Osman around the room.
On the room, there were a red-headed girl screaming things like ‘last boss’ and ‘pvp’ to Osman while a boy was trying to hold her back, Osman was just there on the throne smiling.
That smile is when he wants to kill someone.
“Good, Isaac arived.” Osman stood up. “Welcome Heroes, the world is-” He sighed. “Nevermind, I got bored in one only sentence, kill them.”
Isaac saw how the guards behind the boy and girl used only one hit from their spears to decapitate them, and that wasn’t what surprised Isaac as the guard behind didn’t do anything beyond urging him to Osman’s side.
They became crystals?! Two crystaline gems surged from the bodies becoming motes of light and Osman picked them. For how many days did I stay awake? Only one by what I remember, so this is the reality?
Osman grumbled. “These arrogant otherworldly beings think they are hot shit despite not being my citizens, killing them is the only answer, right, Isaac?”
“Sorry?”
“I forgot you still don’t know how the world changed.” Osman cleared his throat and began to narrate in his deep, charming voice. “Suddenly all the myths became true! Magic appeared and Essence surged, but that’s not all. Our weak world was then invaded by all kinds of Monsters and Demons, how can us with our weapons and power resist them?
“It was then that the Heroes were called! Beings selected by the all-mighty creator with the infinity growth potential and Systems - black boxes - that would save this world from the invasion. The Osman Empire was in danger, but at that moment Sara, the only Imperial Princess - I killed the others - announced she was also a Heroine! Happy with this news, the Osman Empire’s ambition wasn’t over yet, with Sara’s new powers she was invincible and became humanity’s beacon of hope!”
“Done with the theater?” Isaac asked annoyed, Osman’s voice was too loud.
“Yeah, but I’m not lying. Look over there.”
Isaac followed Osman and saw dragons, big reptiles, on the ground and a portal full of tentacles spewing what Isaac thought was Demons despite the Osman Empire not having any religion beyond the Osman Religion.
“So why did you kill these two? And why the became gems? Wouldn’t they help in the invasion?” I don’t know what [Support Hero] entirely means, but I really hope he doesn’t ask something absurd as saving the world from me.
“They are useless, my daughter is more than enough and I don’t trust people who aren’t my citizens.” Osman played with the gems. “And these gems here only drop from Heroes after dying and my daughter can use them to become even more powerful, I already gave her more than 90% percent of all heroes in our world. She is only lacking the Healer Hero - which is in my hand - and the Support Hero that is you, but I won’t kill you. We are friends of long date.”
“But that wouldn’t put the entire world in danger, correct if I’m wrong, but wouldn’t the other parts of the world need of Heroes?” Isaac said, not really believing Osman’s excuse.
“Who cares about people who aren’t part of the Osman Empire? And it’s easier to conquest anyways if there isn’t resistance, just like when I conquested those snobbish people of Turkey.” Osman coldly said. “Anyway, coming back to the main subject. Each Hero has a quirk and is unique to maintain balance, so there is even a Sword Hero and an Attack Hero. Any doubts?”
“Many, but the principal one is, why did you call me?”
“I was thinking of making a request for you, unless you want to become free and travel around here and maybe come back to Dathe? Let me tell you that the village became a wonderful city in these last years.”
There’s nothing for me back there, and becoming a farmer again… I’m not sure, I really want to just retire and live in the prison, though making a family wouldn’t be that bad.
“A request? Not an order?”
“Yes, because there’s no reward for you beyond you just doing your Hero’s job.”
“Just tell me it has nothing to do with saving the world.”
“Of course not. Saving the world is my daughter's job. I would like you to do more of pest control in the enemy lines. My daughter is perfect, but can’t be everywhere. I want you to go to the enemy and discover a way to deal with the weakest invaders and make them not invade us. The strongest ones you can leave for my daughter to deal.”
“How would I do that?”
Osman shrugged. “It’s up to you, we will just throw you there and if you want you don’t even need to do it, you can just start a farm there and I won’t care. This is why this is a request, not an order to the [Support Hero].”
This is a suicide mission, how I will deal with dragons anyway? But…
“I will do it, there’s nothing better to me to do.” If it seems impossible I will just begin my life there anew, I will forget of the past and become a farmer again, in another world I won’t be forced to remember what happened ten years ago.
***
“She could at least be more gentle,” Isaac grumbled after being thrown by a brute in full armor that Osman called of Sara through a small portal full of tentacles.
His blue-black robe was full of dirt, and strangely Sara, the invincible being, didn’t give him any equipment to help him.
She only explained to him the bare basic of the changed world, Essence was the energy most basic of the universe that exist everywhere and from it things like Magic - throw a fireball at the others - surged, and Essence is how one becomes more powerful.
Existed Tiers in the universe of the 1st to the 10th and that dictated the power of everyone, you could only advance to the next tier after gathering enough Essence that dropped and was absorbed by oneself after many kinds of actions, murdering was one of them.
At the 6th Tier is considered normal to explode mountains while battling by what she said, though I don’t completely believe her.
They were also Skills, abilities given by the so-called System like Magic, that increased the power of everyone.
And this was the Demon World, a land with black soil, plains without plants and mountains of fire at the distance with an ever-present green Sun and Moon at the sky.
Isaac wanted to continue to ponder but the small army coming to him wouldn’t let him do so, he picked a sword that was conveniently next to him and prepared himself in his usual fighting stance, weight on his bent legs and arms equally spread.
Coming to him were the beings called of Demons with their strange colorations to their skin, going from purple to red, menacing horns, eyes with vertical pupils, and some even had wings together with pointed ears.
[2nd Tier Fiend Warrior]
The Demons screamed seeing fresh meat for them without the smell of normal humans of their world where Isaac was, the Demon World. “I call dibs on him!”
“Not fair, it was also you the last time!”
“First come, first served.”
All the Demons coming towards Isaac seemed to be in slow motion to him and he entered a state similar to of ten years ago.
He swung the sword only one time, the first Demon got his head cut and black blood was spilled.
On succession, the first seven Demons coming to him found themselves paralyzed and soon dead with several cuts in their throats and chest despite wearing armor.
Isaac even to the Demons’ standards was a true monster while also being in the 1st Tier.
But it was then when other Demons took Isaac seriously and approached him while attacking him that the Support Hero’s abuse truly began.
[Detected High-Rank Swordsmanship Lvl 9. +845 to Strenght.]
[But the Support Hero doesn’t need of Strenght or swords to support his comrades .]
[Deleting the Strenght Attribute from the Suppor Hero’s Status.]
[Deleting High-Rank Swordsmanship Lvl 9.]
[What is deleted by the System won’t ever be capable of recovering.]
[Punishing the Support Hero for daring to do something beyond his Job.]
[Status: Stun; applied to the Support Hero for two seconds.]
Isaac felt like he could destroy the world for only one moment, proving the theory of destroying mountains not being so farfetched, only to have all his strength taken from him. He couldn’t even raise the heavy sword and felt his own strength like reversed when he was a child, and he was stunned, not being able to move to evade the hit coming to him.
Isaac heard a lot of beeps, but only concentrated on those that had the answer to his current plight.
This is complete utter bullying! What do you mean I don’t need strength? Are you crazy? How do you expect to me fight alone? And give me back all my time using swords! I felt like now I couldn’t even defeat a child using a swor-
A sharp pain tore through Isaac’s chest and threw him away to take him off his complaints as he couldn’t move his body thanks to the ‘punishment’.
The Demon who just made a gap in Isaac’s chest and broke one of his ribs looked in surprise to his own weapon, he didn’t expect to hit so powerfully his enemy that looked so mighty before. Principally because he was only at the 1st Tier and the Demons Isaac just killed were on a different league of power, they were at the 2nd Tier.
[1st Tier Fiend Apprentice]
For the first time in my life, I got injured in a battle, Isaac’s hatred towards the System and Demons began to grow and almost reached his grudge towards beautiful and handsome people.
Other Demons attacked him without fear and he was forced to use a nearby spear to once again show his superiority and power. Even without proper Strenght to raise the iron spear dropped by the enemy, there was a hidden power within him that permitted it, it was the Skill that will be shortly deleted by the System.
Skills were beyond the limit of a body and permitted to miracles to happen, principally high ranked ones, and it was how Isaac had defeated a 2nd Tier Demon despite being only at the 1st Tier.
[Detected High-Rank Spearmanship Lvl 7. +752 to Dexterity. +64 to Wisdom.]
[But the Support Hero doesn’t need of speed to flee from the enemies or be smart to help his comrades because the Spear Heroine already exists, he just needs to stay on the back without moving and using his life to use Support Skills for only his comrades' orders like a slave. For consequence, Spears are also unnecessary.]
[Deleting the Dexterity and Wisdom Attributes from the Support Hero’s Status.]
[Deleting High-Rank Spearmanship Lvl 7.]
[Punishing the Support Hero for daring to do something beyond his Job.]
[Status: Stun; applied to the Support Hero for two seconds.]
Isaac felt more muddleheaded and slow after thinking he could see the entire world in slow motion, the Demons began to see a pattern after a dozen of their brethren being killed.
Now you are just being meanie-
The pattern continued and Isaac lost almost all of his attributes, leaving only Vitality and Magic to him, not even Charisma survived the System’s abuse.
Isaac was full of holes and many injuries, the only reason he was still alive was because his Vitality Attribute from the years of farming wasn’t taken from him but he was nearing his limit principally when these messages arrived to him after the Demons were trembling in fear of the overconfident Human would stay still to receive their blows despite being more powerful than them.
[Finally detected Unique Skill, Isaac’s Combat Style Lvl Max.]
[The root of all evil of the Support Hero’s insubordination will be cut, with this the chances of him rebelling will lessen. All weapons not suitable for his job will now damage him while equipped.]
[Deleting Unique Skill: Isaac’s Combat Style Lvl Max.]
[Punishing the Support Hero for daring to do something beyond his Job.]
[Status: Stun; applied to the Support Hero for two seconds.]
Isaac lost the energy to complain with the ax in his hands burning him and forcing him to drop it. He was near death and even the Demons began to respect him for his tenacity by not attacking him this time and calling for their captain.
My eyes are not as good as normal, my legs don’t obey me, my bones are broken and my clothes are messy. Now you even took the only thing I had of special.
This all because of this damned prejudiced System! Isaac decided if he survived he wouldn’t care more about Osman’s request, anything that depends on him being a Support Hero can go fuck themselves in his opinion.
So with this anger in his being it was no wonder he used his last resource allowed to him at the supreme being at his front with different red armor and with pressure Isaac only ever felt from his mother.
[3rd Tier Pit Fiend - Ikad Drurnozoch]
[The One Who Created the Invincible Queen]
His weak fists devoid of Strenght behind them.
A black scaled hand easily held his hand as if parrying the attack despite the lack of necessity as Isaac’s punch would never hit his target.
[Detected Medium Rank Fist Combat Arts Lvl 1]
[But-]
[Error.]
[The Fist Hero doesn’t exist anymore, no reason to negate the Skill to the Support Hero as he won’t be stealing someone’s quirk and identity.]
[Deteriorating Medium Rank Fist Combat Arts Lvl 1 to the Support Hero without Strenght Attribute be able to use it.]
[Congratulations! You earned the Skill Fist Combat Arts Lvl 1. +1 to Vitality.]
What? Only now you are accepting something? Fu-
“Pitiful existence, you who are stronger and more skillful than anyone else was forced to this state by the whims of the System, you are a [Hero], aren’t you.” The owner of the scaled hand said in a deep voice, not asking a question, affirming the truth. “One who can’t enter into the field of battle by himself, probably the Summoner Hero.”
Isaac in surprise looked closely to the Demon holding him. “What do you know?” The Demon was taller than all others, had black scales covering his whole body, three soulless eyes, an eternal fire burning on his head to serve as hair and two spiral horns growing perfectly on the side of his head.
The red heavy armor Ikad wore rattled as he laughed creepily. “Everything that has to know about you [Heroes], I like you guys so I even helped a girl one time to become the monster she is today. But even so, such a pity that you can’t enter the field of battle. I that don’t even have fear of our Kings was scared of your High-Rank Skills, I never thought that I would live to see the day a 1st Tier would use these type of Skills only normally allowed to at least a 5th Tier.”
“So you came here to laugh at me?”
“Not at all, I just came here to explain somethings to you before throwing you at the prison for murder since I don’t have any enmity with Heroes and I respect the fall of such interesting being like you.” Ikad easily handcuffed Isaac with black shackles, he then began to drag Isaac away by force after putting a blindfold on him.
Isaac without any force left couldn’t stop the higher Tier being and was just tired of everything once again.
Ikad had passed some kind of substance on his body that completely healed him as if it was magic, because it was, and more injuries appeared on his body as his body was dragged through the hard solid for hours.
I thought you were a nice guy!
Ikad then explained better than Sara about the basics of this world. “You must be a newbie, no wonder you don’t know about this or how we can talk to each other because of the System.”
Skills and other abilities could be obtained through hard work or even just talent, going from normal to High-Rank. It was also possible to obtain Skills that can negate fire after being subject by it for a long time.
Only through such Abilities does the Four Kings rules over the plane of the Demons while the true Lord train in his dreams. They were now at the South Plane ruled over by the Otrus Kingdom, Humans like Isaac were slaves here and other beings the Demon World subjugated were too.
The only safe place to someone like Isaac to live would be at the Outskirts, which were all the lands surrounding the Four Kingdoms that the True Lord didn't still completely absorb into the Demon World. There the people are weak and it is rare to exist someone above the 3rd Tier.
Why is he telling me this? Boredom or…
“You should have some of your Attributes which are the representation of your power ‘deleted’, right? The word ‘deleted’ isn’t correct to express what happened to you, because if the System really did it then you would be in a coma, what the System did was was to reset them to the minimum allowed to your Tier and make it impossible to you raise it even if you practice exercises every day for example.”
“There isn’t really a way to increase them? I’m strong as a child now, it’s humiliating.” Isaac said, he only wanted to this mental and physical abuse him to end, he never asked to be a Hero, actually if he wasn’t he would much more powerful than he is now, being a Hero is a curse to him.
“Yes and no,” Ikad said ominously to his brethren’s surprise that were in their horses near him. “No Skill or object will increase naturally your ‘deleted Attributes’, although if you ascend to another Tier the System will be obliged to increase your minimum Attributes but that will only make you go to a adult’s strength from a child’s one at maximum. However, there are many means to artificially increase it with Magic, though it will only be temporary and never will reach the Strenght of someone with like 100 of Strenght that is the norm for someone at the 3rd Tier focused in Strenght.”
“Never?” Isaac innocently asked with his hopes crushed.
“Never. It’s impossible for any Magician or Hero using Magic to do it. If not, what would then be the meaning to a Fighter to exist if the feeble Magicians can suddenly punch them in the face? The System and the very universe won’t ever allow it.” Ikad added another part in his mind, but no one could know what he thought unless they knew about Sara.
Hours passed and suddenly Isaac had his blindfold retired and thrown in another prison, it was just like in the Osman Empire, grey walls and full of cockroaches. Though no guard was looking after him here.
“I left the prison only to come back to it. What a fitting start for the first day in a new world.” Isaac sighed and swore to forget about Osman’s request and live his own life here in the Demon World without anyone bounding him.
Not caring about the world’s fate either, it had Sara, the Invincible Queen to protect it so he was just an extra.
But to do any of it he needed first to escape the prison.
And that was something he was good at.